My Sabbath fast's start this evening was delayed because of how early it gets dark now ─ we're lucky to make it much past 4:30 p.m. So even after dark had arrived, I was still labouring through an extremely bony dish of fractured bits of cheap chicken pieces that my wife had made into a sort of nearly juiceless soup yesterday.
At the time of eating, I had begun a Christmas movie from 2017 titled Magical Christmas Ornaments that I watched maybe 15 minutes of before concluding with enough confidence that I had previously watched it. I was enjoying it, yes, but I was after something new; and this movie had possibly been watched amongst several one past Christmas season when my brother had his girlfriend Bev staying with us for a couple of days.
So I next tuned in 2017's Snowromance. This one featured actress Ashley Newbrough in the lead role ─ I am unfamiliar with the now-37-year-old, and she took awhile for me to grow accustomed to, but that's only because she was not selected for the role because she is some 'glamour girl'; also, her character was something of an unrealistic romantic airhead, so that was a turnoff to some degree.
It wasn't quite the sort of romantic Christmas movie I best enjoy; and in fact I never developed tears until towards the conclusion. It just happened to be very interesting and thus kept me watching. And drinking first a glass of red wine, then a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum, and then a can each of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol).
It ought not be required to say that I was well feeling the effects thereafter ─ nor even during the drinking! The temptation was even there to keep drinking and watching such fare because I am not in much of a 'good place' emotionally.
It has not helped that my wife imposed upon me for more money just before she left for her latter afternoon part-day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She claimed to have some urgent credit bill needing payment, and asked that I transfer an additional $250 to the $60 transfer that I made a day or two ago to her account.
As ever, the promise was made to repay me when next she received her twice-monthly pay.
Meantime, I am stressed over Christmas gifting as well as my own bills needing payment. I had also wanted to buy a new pair of hiking boots.
Last evening I made a two-mile round trip hike to buy some lottery gift packs as the forerunners of gifts for my household members, and possibly my brother's girlfriend should he bring her here again for the coming Christmas period. I blew $120 on these gift packs.
As I have been writing about in previous posts, what I have self-diagnosed as a case of plantar fasciitis in my left foot was much pronounced on that relatively short walk. It was difficult hiding a limp. And once home, the area of my foot was more than just sore ─ it burned with pain.
Yet I intend to have a five-mile+ walk overnight tonight that I hope to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for.
I was home last evening before my younger brother, so I had control of the T.V., and I had our Android TV Box set to play. However, for the past couple of days, it has been bogglingly slow. After my besotted brother planted his flabby ass into his favourite chair to watch T.V. last evening, he quickly began fading in and out of consciousness. Yet he started bitching that I was taking too long, and ordered me to find something simple to tune in ─ this from a senile drunk who would not know what to do if he even figured out how to turn on a computer!
I grew so furious with his constant sniping as he passed in an out of consciousness that I finally blew up at him, roaring my fury. This shut him up.
My wife mentioned this afternoon that the outburst was not unnoticed by her, for she was newly home at the time. Likely one or both of her sons were here as well.
Whatever.
Hell, the first show I tuned in was The Last Kingdom ─ Episode 8 of season five. In no time at all, my drunkard companion was passed out and never revived until the closing scene just ahead of the episode's credits. At that point I bet he didn't even know what was playing.
At least he remained conscious for our next show, which was The Orville ─ episode eight ("Midnight Blue") of season three. I think that he's a bit sweet on the young character "Topa" and the actress portraying her. He has no clue who child actress Imani Pullum is ─ nor do I, but I can at least research her.
I must rush this post so I can get to bed.
I never made it to bed last night until at some point past 3 a.m., and had drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple ─ as far as I can remember.
I have felt far worse come mornings.
When my brother and I got together after 9 a.m. for some T.V., I used our Android TV Box to lead us off with an excellent 1½-hour (1:33:41) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's TFM Report channel: Special Guest Michelle Worton.
#NeverAgain. With everything going on in the world we sometime forget that some people are stuck in 2021. We talk with Michelle Worton who with injured from the c-19 shot. Michelle tells her story, shares the devastating ordeal stemming from her injury and what she's doing to fight back.
For those of you who might be suffering from the same injuries, Michelle's Pfizer shot batch lot number is #FF5109
The only video thereafter we watched was the final better than an hour of one we had to suspend a day or two ago due to its length (1:41:35). Published July 13, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel, it was Ancient World | The Minoans (Episode 3).
Episode 3: In this fascinating feature-length documentary historian Bettany Hughes continues her history of the Ancient World with a visit to Crete to recount one of the greatest archaeological discoveries ever made. The story of the Minotaur and the Labyrinth is perhaps the most compelling of all Greek myths. Just over 100 years ago, English archaeologist Arthur Evans went to the 'Minotaur's Island' to explore the roots of this myth and discovered instead a sophisticated Bronze Age civilisation that had been lost to history for thousands of years. He called them The Minoans, and the riches of their culture astonished the world, prompting Evans to proclaim them the first civilisation of the Western World. But was this view unduly romantic? In the past decade, new archaeological discoveries have added fascinating layers of complexity to the picture originally painted by Evans.
I must say again that I am much smitten by the total beauty of historian Bettany Hughes those 20-or-so years ago!
I must quit blogging ─ it is already well past 10 p.m., and 1:30 a.m. comes early!
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